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Unstable
The pain is there
Conjured from the dark recesses of the mind
Sometimes it’s just too much to bear
While others don’t see the war that is raging inside
The pain is there
Wounded and scarred
The mind is caught in the Devil’s snare
We are feathered and tarred
The pain won’t go away
We are marked and labeled
In infinite dismay
People snark that we’re Unstable
Some days are better than others
My only wish is that we learn to lift up each other
Published 15th Apr 2021
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15th Apr 2021 5:12pm
16th Apr 2021 1:15am
Yes! Some days worse (or better) than others.
But "unstable" means you are feeling the pain. Means you are alive, not denying it.
I'm all for "instability" if it means listening to your true feelings. It's the only way to end that inner war (eventually)
Wishing you strength for the journey
But "unstable" means you are feeling the pain. Means you are alive, not denying it.
I'm all for "instability" if it means listening to your true feelings. It's the only way to end that inner war (eventually)
Wishing you strength for the journey
16th Apr 2021 1:18am
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